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Badgergirl

posted on 27-7-2014 at 11:31

I love all these poems.

Rosetti had some magic about her I'm sure.

I also like Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar".

LSemmens

posted on 27-7-2014 at 02:02

I've liked Tolkein's music and poetry, never could get into his books, though.

marymary100

posted on 26-7-2014 at 15:58

That's lovely.

I hope they help BG.

Nimuae

posted on 26-7-2014 at 15:40

I like that one - and the Christina Rossetti "Remember me when I am gone".

My favourite poem of all about death/dying is this one:-

Bilbo's Last Song - J R R Tolkien.

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the havens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!

For me,at least, it says it all.

marymary100

posted on 26-7-2014 at 14:42

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I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

I included this poem at my mother's funeral as I have always found it comforting.